I heard what they said, even if it was very quiet.

I also heard the sound of metal clashing, the sound of iron chains all too familiar to me, and when the sound of me being stuffed into a coffin made of metal and locked it in chains came to my ears, I knew that I might be going to cross the ocean and be visited by a group of people.

At this time, I was thinking about who I had a little friendship with after arriving in Dalaran, but after thinking about it for a while, there were only a few people I could call by name except for Khadgar, who was no longer there, but it seemed that there was only one person with whom I could really speak, and I had dealt with him.

Although the old man Antonidas had met a few times, he never looked at me correctly, I don't know if it was because of the horoscope mismatch or some other reason, in short, every time he looked at me, I always felt that he had bad intentions towards me.

It stands to reason that the coffin must be sealed tightly for fear of flooding, but there are some ventilation openings around the coffin where I am lying. I guess I'm afraid of suffocating me. If you want to put it that way, it's not really a coffin, it's a cage.

As I was stuffed into the coffin and out of the cellar, I slowly felt the change in the air. The musty, damp, dark smell slowly became sweet and fresh, and I could even smell the sun.

The sound of people talking, the sound of horses, the sound of wheels rolling across the ground, the clatter of horses' hooves on stone slabs, the noise of the city and the frolic of children. When I hear the chirping of seagulls, I know where I am.

I don't know how long it took for the ship to finally leave the harbor after it was loaded onto the ship. Yet I hadn't heard that voice in the darkness speak to me ever since I was loaded onto the ship.

It just disappeared.

Without that nasty voice, the days that followed became very difficult. I was never in a good mood in this shaky environment where there was no day or night, but the pain in me was not at all reduced, and I found that the more I was in a hurry, the more pain I could feel.

In this repeated cycle of painful struggles, abandonment, and repetition, the wait is simply long enough to be overwhelming. But I didn't crash, as much as I wanted to.

I think about the most vicious things, the things that make me most angry, the things that make me feel humiliated or embarrassed. I can think of this when I am extremely anxious and angry, and I thought that thinking about it would make me feel better, that it would distract me a little, but it didn't work.

Crazy people will be so crazy that they will exhaust themselves, even if they are drunk to the point of being unconscious, but at least they will be able to get a moment of peace. But I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I couldn't see. I can only endure this endless pain in this darkness.

I envy those legendary sleepers, the princess has been asleep for 10,000 years, a thousand years, no matter how many years her mother has, but don't people fall asleep until they are hugged and kissed by the prince? I'm praying that I'll be able to fall asleep!

So what was imprisoned for 10,000 years...... I envy him! It's true! Even if she has been imprisoned for 10,000 years, at least there is someone around her, even if she ignores people, at least she can take a look, even if she scolds her for two sentences, vent and vent! No matter how bad it is, he can stand up and move, and when he wants to, he can also choose to sit and squat.

What do I have? What can I do?

I'd rather go crazy myself and go crazy all of a sudden and know nothing, or I'll be free if I'm crazy! But I can't, every time I wish I was going crazy, my mind was hysterical but always sober! Exceptional sobriety! I experienced physical pain and psychological torture.

I can't understand why this is the arrangement. I don't even feel like I'm as good as those who have Alzheimer's disease or have had a stroke...... Uh, it's okay to have a stroke all over your body......

I could do nothing but listen to the long moan of the ship in the sea and the faint roar of the sea, and then repeat the mental and physical torment from which I could never escape.

I want to hate in the past, hate everything...... I can hate it, but the accumulated hatred will disappear silently on the branches like a ripe tomato.

Until one day I suddenly heard a loud sound after the hull of the ship broke. My ears work well, and I still know how to balance it. I felt that the coffin had shifted and flipped badly.

Soon I heard the sound of the sea rushing in, I panicked, really, no longer angry at this time, I completely lost my anger at this moment, I first thought about what was going on, and then I understood what seemed to be happening, and when the sea water flowed in through the breathable pores, I had a moment of fear in my heart, but when the sea water flooded my nostrils, my mood changed instantly, I didn't want to die, yes, I didn't want to die.

When the salty sea water poured into the trachea from my nose, I thought that this was actually a good thing, although this death was not quite the same as I was hoping for, but it was also a relief, so let this be over.

I could feel myself being squeezed by the water, blood rushing around my already lost eyes, and my brain, suffocating...... Intense suffocation.

Consciousness struggled before it disappeared, and it was an instinctive reaction. It slowly blurred in this long suffocation, and then disappeared in an instant at an imperceptible speed.

I have heard people say that the moment before death can feel a trace of warmth and peace. It is said that the kind of return to the light will make people see everything in the past and walk towards that light in a gentle way.

But I didn't, not at all. I didn't see the light, I didn't see any warm pictures, and I didn't feel the warmth, but a chill. It's just that the cold didn't wake me up, but I didn't know anything for a moment.

Maybe I'm already ...... at that time Let's die.

Except for Madison's mother and son, you are the only one who knows about it.

Honestly, I'm ...... right now. The heart is not in me, ha, after being ripped out of my heart by Arthas, I know that I am now completely dead, but until then, I never thought I was dead.

I still don't admit that I was dead then.

Of course...... I didn't ask that, I forgot to ask if I was dead now.

Who to ask?

It's the guy who keeps talking to me. That's right, it appeared. But I heard something else. A woman's voice. It's just that I don't understand what she's saying.

I don't know if I'm free from my body at this time, because I feel very happy at this time, and what I really feel at this time is freedom compared to the previous bondage. But I still can't see it.

At this point I had even forgotten what had happened before, and it seemed completely unworthy to me at this time.

I asked the voice who it was, and it didn't answer, only the woman had been muttering something in a language I didn't understand. The voice was not pleasant, nor gentle, nor kind, but full of disdain and arrogance.

And when the woman's voice stopped, the deep voice sounded again. I really...... Completely forgot what I was supposed to ask. Only the voice echoed in my head.

The sound was so loud that it made me feel dizzy. "Welcome...... Faithful Servants Elected. ”

Although it makes me wonder, the word welcome doesn't seem so bad to me. But the word faithful servant surprised me a little.

"Who are you!" That's my first question.

"Where am I?" The second.

The voice laughed, but he didn't explain. "You're the first to hear from me...... Mankind. ”

"You haven't answered me yet."

"I told you." It says. "Have you forgotten?"

"Name, or identity." I said, "Not some Abyss Lord, Deathbringer, Elder God or anything like that!" I said in a questioning tone, "Name! ”

The woman's voice came, a distinctly contemptuous tone that I could fully relate to. "When did a woman appear next to you? Is she your slave too? ”

As soon as my words fell, the woman scolded me in the face, I couldn't understand what she said, but what I just said made this guy so angry, she must have understood what I said.

"Your servant has a great temper." I scoffed.

The voice didn't respond, the woman just spoke casually, and what followed me was a sharp pain. I felt a lot of hands, strong hands, they grabbed my head, they grabbed my arms, and a pair of hands held my neck and head in place from behind.

The other pair of hands pulled into my eyes.

That's right, it's the hand, and it's the picking!

My eyes couldn't see it, but the nerves were still there, and the force of digging into the socket was like using your fingers to remove the coffee stains that had adhered to the bottom of the cup.

I can make sounds, my voice can speak, and all I can do is scream. My eyeballs were plucked out, and I felt something ripped out of my eye sockets and scraped against the nails of that hand.

One is cut out, then the other.

The woman's laughter came as if echoing in an enclosed space, and she said something to me again. Then the deep voice finally spoke.

"I want him to live, not to die." The voice was more serious than ever, more majestic than ever.

But the hands were in no hurry to pull out my right eye, and the sharp nails creaked at the bones behind my eyes. The power that seemed to rip out my head was destroying me.

I've experienced many days and nights of pain, and this pain is really nothing to me, but a peculiar tearing sensation burrows into my brain from my eye sockets, and an intolerable twist makes me feel inexplicably disgusted.

I realized the unwillingness to be buried in the abyss of the sea!

The figure of a woman appeared in my mind, but her lower body was ...... It's a sinuous tentacle.